So the journey is complete. If you know me through MySpace, welcome to my new home. If not, you can catch up at http://blog.myspace.com/johnnyproc.
If you don't know me, here's a snapshot of my morning today:
Being as it’s a mere 2 days until St. Patrick’s Day, I thought this random comment by a random woman on the street was an offhand pre-holiday greeting.
“No,” I said without looking at her, and continued on my way to the corner bodega.
“You must be Polish then.”
I just kept walking. Only about 10 steps left.
“Excuse me,” she said right as I was on the threshold to buy milk and seltzer, “I’m sorry to bother you, and don’t take this the wrong way” – to which I always want to ask the person to clarify the right way to take it – “but would you be interested in some, uh, sexual gratification in exchange for a little cash?”
I finally took a good look at her – a black woman who could have been anywhere from 40-55 years old, with a not unpleasant smile on her face and a bundle of folders under her arm.
“I work for the housing board,” she said. “These are my files.” She continued looking at me, veiling her desire for subsidiary income in a kind, welcoming smile.
“I, uh,” I stammered, “I’m not really into…”
“Oh, times is hard for you too?” She looked at me almost like a mother would. “You a student?”
“No, I’m a teacher,” I said.
“Oh,” she sighed pityingly. “No wonder you ain’t into it.”